And cryd, oh holde your hands good Gentlemen,
You know the danger of the law, forbeare:
So they put weapons up and fell to sweare.
Epigram.
One of these Cuccold-making Queanes
did graft her husbands head:
And cryd, oh holde your hands good Gentlemen,
You know the danger of the law, forbeare:
So they put weapons up and fell to sweare.
One of these Cuccold-making Queanes
did graft her husbands head: